new slam
The Beast - 3/7/05
The herbal sting of ugly truth
Peruses the spaces between my tastebuds
Allowing itself a minute to revel in its victory
Over me
My indecisive articluation
Could only protect me for so long
Oh, how well I know
I know the soul of the beast which conquers me
The beast that sweats on top of me
Labors in rutting me oh-so-unceremoniously
In this bed made of self-deception
The glass panes in the windows rattle as
We shake the walls with our carnality
The astounding quality of the beast as a lover
Does not frighten me, as it used to
But it does give me pause, because by all rights
The laws that govern my flaws and my excess pride
Should be provided by none other than this beast
But yet I am starting to take control
Slowly I stiffen my spine in response to the cold, hard
Beating of this fuck
It's just my luck that I had to figure it out this late,
Almost too late, when the bed's made and the hate's spread
All over the front lawn like evergreen flowers
Showering my uncertainty with a foreign courage
A courage that, although strange, allows me to lift my
Head from the pillows of the lovebed and look my
Rapist in the eye
And the complex hatred that passes between him and I
Is a forbidden form of love that has no words to express it
And in that moment, we are separate, and understand each other
The moment is ripe for rebellion
I tear myself up from the sheets and pull on my pleated skirt
And put kilt pins through my cheeks
Battle scars and wounds of pride gained by my own hand,
My self-propagated lies have done nothing but wound me
But they now have soothed me, moved me up and across the room,
Pulling my shoes on and letting me out under the moon,
To soak up her Pagan rays of energy
She loves me
I run through the grass, my shirt struggling free and flying off in the wind
And I stare up at the sun
The jealous, hard pounding sun
And I win
I fall to the ground, unconscious in my inner revelry
This has been the night when I've learned to stop lying to me
This has been the night when I've finally broken free of my
Self-imposed jail cell
And my escape went so well that I think I just might be able to do it again Sometime
And I open my eyes to see the beast
On top of me
Fucking me
Again and always
My first piece to be performed in Denton, if all goes as planned tonight. PLEASE leave me your detailed criticisms. Some of it just doesn't sound right - but I need your input to fix it.
The herbal sting of ugly truth
Peruses the spaces between my tastebuds
Allowing itself a minute to revel in its victory
Over me
My indecisive articluation
Could only protect me for so long
Oh, how well I know
I know the soul of the beast which conquers me
The beast that sweats on top of me
Labors in rutting me oh-so-unceremoniously
In this bed made of self-deception
The glass panes in the windows rattle as
We shake the walls with our carnality
The astounding quality of the beast as a lover
Does not frighten me, as it used to
But it does give me pause, because by all rights
The laws that govern my flaws and my excess pride
Should be provided by none other than this beast
But yet I am starting to take control
Slowly I stiffen my spine in response to the cold, hard
Beating of this fuck
It's just my luck that I had to figure it out this late,
Almost too late, when the bed's made and the hate's spread
All over the front lawn like evergreen flowers
Showering my uncertainty with a foreign courage
A courage that, although strange, allows me to lift my
Head from the pillows of the lovebed and look my
Rapist in the eye
And the complex hatred that passes between him and I
Is a forbidden form of love that has no words to express it
And in that moment, we are separate, and understand each other
The moment is ripe for rebellion
I tear myself up from the sheets and pull on my pleated skirt
And put kilt pins through my cheeks
Battle scars and wounds of pride gained by my own hand,
My self-propagated lies have done nothing but wound me
But they now have soothed me, moved me up and across the room,
Pulling my shoes on and letting me out under the moon,
To soak up her Pagan rays of energy
She loves me
I run through the grass, my shirt struggling free and flying off in the wind
And I stare up at the sun
The jealous, hard pounding sun
And I win
I fall to the ground, unconscious in my inner revelry
This has been the night when I've learned to stop lying to me
This has been the night when I've finally broken free of my
Self-imposed jail cell
And my escape went so well that I think I just might be able to do it again Sometime
And I open my eyes to see the beast
On top of me
Fucking me
Again and always
My first piece to be performed in Denton, if all goes as planned tonight. PLEASE leave me your detailed criticisms. Some of it just doesn't sound right - but I need your input to fix it.